Qiao Chengfan drank a lot of wine in the evening, but it was already early in the morning when the driver drove him back.

Qiao Muyuan had no class the next day and had not yet slept. He heard the sound of the car outside and knew that his brother was back, so he put on a coat and went downstairs.

The servant brought sober tea to Qiao Chengfan. Qiao Chengfan's wine tasted pretty good. Usually, she sat alone when she was drunk, which was very quiet.

"Brother, why do you drink so much wine at night? Do you have so many friends in New York?"

"Why are you not sleeping yet?" Qiao Chengfan looked at his sister in a drunken state.

"I woke up by you, go downstairs to take a look." Qiao Muyuan wrapped him in a blanket, "You go to bed early."

"Yeah, I know." Qiao Chengfan didn't look up and sat on the sofa downstairs looking at his phone. He was not sleepy and watched the night news for a while.

I haven't had time to read the latest New York news today.

The demonstration X is getting more and more intense, and the fire has even ignited from New York to several other cities. With several banks rapidly declaring bankruptcy, they have achieved initial victory, but their ultimate demand is to reshape the financial market and to give the public a stable, healthy, regulated market, rather than a wildly growing and wantonly manipulated financial market.

Qiao Chengfan originally planned to go back after handling SJC's affairs, but today's socializing with those seniors aroused some of his interest.

He really has no influence in the circle. His father is too famous and he is always shrouded in his father's halo. If he wants to make a breakthrough, he must achieve his own results.

Besides, he didn't take EM seriously. That Boris was nothing more than a mere vase, and there was very little news about that person.

As long as SJC enters this game, EM will be eliminated soon.

"Brother, when will you return to China?" Qiao Muyuan asked hesitantly.

My brother is here, and she always feels like she is being controlled by others, although my brother doesn’t have time to care about her.

"What's wrong? I think I've been staying for a long time? If I don't like my living here, I'll stay in another apartment."

"No, no, just ask with concern."

"I won't be able to go back for a while."

"..." Qiao Muyuan shed tears.

Qiao Chengfan lowered his head and read the news. Qiao Muyuan walked away silently: "Brother, I'm going to sleep."

"Um."

Qiao Muyuan stepped up the stairs and sighed in his heart. Didn’t my brother say he would go back soon a few days ago? Why didn’t he go back again? SJC is in trouble?

But no matter how big the trouble is, it is not a problem. If it really doesn’t work, my dad is there!

...

When Qiao Chengfan was there, Qiao Muyuan did not dare to call Ji Changmu, so she could only choose a time to go to the Ji family villa on the weekend.

I originally planned to see Ji Changmu and see if his body had recovered, but I didn't expect that he was not at home.

Sister Cui politely brought her tea and water: "Miss Qiao, will I call you?"

"good."

Sister Cui called Ji Changmu. Ji Changmu was not available and replied directly: "Let her go home first, I'm not available."

"Mr. Ji, when are you free?"

“No time.”

"Okay, okay." Sister Cui asked more.

After hanging up the phone, Sister Cui had to say to Qiao Muyuan in embarrassment: "Miss Qiao, Mr. Ji is not available. He is too busy during this period."

"Then has his leg injury healed? Also, don't be too tired, otherwise you will have to go to the hospital again."

"The injury is healed, it's not a big deal. I will tell him your advice."
Chapter completed!